Dinner, Drinks and Dancing

Dinner was astonishingly pleasant. Conversation flowed freely, and Martin found himself utterly charmed by both sisters individually and together.

They came dressed to impress, each in their own way.

Megan wore a blue maxi dress, which covered her neck to ankles, but fit her form like a second skin. Strappy heels made her legs seem even longer, as if it were possible.

Tabitha sported a sleeveless white button down with barely enough buttons done to be allowed entry into the restaurant. Also, a short skirt which flared out over her hips, promising to expose her ass at the slightest provocation.

Megan quickly turned out to be much more than a tipsy woman on the prowl. She was brilliant. A doctor and professor both, which made her fascinating, though prone to describing things best not discussed over sushi.

Her sister was the perfect foil: quick-witted, crass, and snarky. The two traded jabs, laughed, shared embarrassing stories, and carried on as only sisters could.

Martin’s worries about dinner being awkward after his interrupted liaison with Megan were entirely misplaced. Megan continued to flirt openly. Tabitha seemed unbothered by the potential for her gaming partner to be banging her sister.

Dinner went so well, they decided to see what the resort club was like that night.

They were early by clubbing standards, which meant it was easy to find a table, and not yet too loud to have a conversation.

The club seemed designed to provide shadowy corners in which to watch the dance floor. All around the exterior were booths with high backs and dim lighting. With the light fog provided by machines, and swirling lights on the dance floor, booth goers were practically invisible to the dancers, and the dancers were on clear display to the boothies.

The trio settled in around a cushioned circular bench, with a woman on either side of Martin. He felt like a king as they pressed up against him rather than try to shout over the music.

The different character of the women was ever on display. Tabitha downed two jagerbombs while Megan was soaked up Chardonay. Megan spoke about fermentation chemistry, and Megan teased her for being even more of a nerd than she.

Martin paced himself through a whisky sour, not wanting to sour the evening by getting sloppy.

Sloppy, however, was very much on someone else’s agenda.

Flouncing into the club was Aanya, drink in hand and Val in tow. She moved with the crooked gait and unselfconscious confidence which could only come from powerful pre-drinking.

She found a groove in the music and began to sway across the mostly empty dance floor, dragging her somewhat **** partner with her. Val was making the universal sign language motions for “I don’t dance,” though she was laughing and allowing herself to be pulled around in something approaching a rhythm.

Midway through their first song, Aanya took note of her wrist and completely lost interest in dancing. She started moving back and forth across the room, slowly triangulating on Martin and company’s table.

She was so fixated on the hot and cold directions that she didn’t even look at where it had brought her. Val, who seemed to be babysitting her drunk friend, exchanged a laugh and a nod with Martin, but then put a finger to her mouth, telling him to stay quiet.

“Someone here is my match,” she said much louder than she needed. She then held up her convenience band for all to see the word “flaming on it.”

“I think it’s me,” said Megan, smirking at the dark-skinned drunkard. She slid around the table to be close enough for the band boop.

Aanya squinted hard at the woman, as she completed their connection. “You’re the pretty lady I saw at the pool,” she exclaimed rather suddenly, her word slurring slightly. “I love your hair so much, I always wanted curly hair, mine is so boring and straight.”

“Isn’t that always the way,” sympathised Megan. “I’ve always wanted straight hair. And I love your dress.”

There wasn’t all that much of it to love. It was a backless sequined minidress, with a draped front that flashed tantalizing sideboob when she turned too quickly or leaned forward. Two things her drunken self was doing regularly.

“Isn’t it fucking great?” Aanya replied, admiring it herself. “You know I bought it for my ex, but you know what, he doesn’t fucking deserve this. It’s way too sexy for him.”

Without invitation she plonked herself into their booth next to Megan, and spoke loudly, inches from her face.

“It’s great to meet you, I’m Aanya, and that’s my best friend in the whole world Val.” She flung her arm in the general direction of her partner in drunk.

Val waved with the hand that wasn’t holding in hysterics.

“Hey Val, this is the pretty lady I told you about.”

Fanning herself to hold in the laughter and sliding in next to Tabitha, Val explained the situation. “She took out her contacts earlier, she’s really nearsighted without them.”

“Wait, I remember you from the restaurant on the first day,” said Tabitha, joining in on trolling Aanya. “You yelled at Martin.”

“Well yeah, I mean fuck that guy, right?” She rolled her eyes and threw up her arms.

“Why do you hate him?” She asked continuing the jest.

“Cause he’s a fucking iguana,” she said as though anyone would understand what she meant. “I mean chameleon. He’s a chameleon. He can just be fucking anybody and he’s so good at it. I mean have you read his books? They’re so fucking good and you can’t even tell its him. It’s bad enough he keeps stealing my contracts but then he does it better than me and it’s really fucking annoying.”

The whole table was dying from holding back laughter except Martin, who was desperately looking for escape. Aanya, apparently unable to see much beyond her nose and too far into her rant to notice, continued.

“And then he has the gall to be cute. I could have handled it if he had been some ugly weasel, but he’s cute and even Val likes him. Val hates everybody.”

“Hey now,” retorted Val “I like people.”

“No you don’t,” Aanya stated as fact. “Hey who wants shots? Where’s a waitress. Val can I have my glasses?”

“Sure,” she said, voice dripping with villainy. She slid them out of the belt loop of her daisy dukes and handed them to her friend.

Aanya slipped the thick rimmed glasses on and scanned the floor for a server. Flagging one over, she sat back and got her first good look at her table mates.

“Oh fuck off,” she said, eyes landing on Martin at last. She buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. “I am going to **** you, Val.”

The restrained laughter burst forth as Aanya scowled at her possibly former best friend. Megan threw an arm over the woman and did her best to apologize.

Feeling as embarrassed as Aanya by the whole thing, Martin offered “I’ll buy this round of drinks.”

“You don’t fool me Mr. gentleman,” sneered Aanya. “The drinks are free.”

“Not the good stuff,” countered Martin.

Aanya rounded on the approaching waitress with an aim to bankrupt the man.

She was cute, young and holding the large serving tray over her chest to help cover what her uniform was not. “Can I help you?” Katie asked.

“Five shots of your top shelf tequila,” shouted Aanya.

“You can charge it to my room,” added Martin.

Katie scurried away, working to hold the very short, pleated skirt down so it covered her butt as she moved.

To fill the time before their drinks appeared, Aanya struck up some scintillating intellectual conversation. “You have great tits, you know that?”

“I am aware.” Tabitha sat up to present the pair more proudly. The buttons of her shirt strained to keep them contained. “But it’s nice of you to notice.”

“Do they hurt your back?”

The women then engaged in a brief discussion of bra mechanics, leaving Martin blissfully ignored until the drinks arrived.

Katie walked with incredible caution, trying not to spill the flight of expensive liquor, outfit and body now on full display without her shield

The club uniform was best described as a devil’s schoolgirl. Black skirt, knee high black socks, and a too-short top tied in the middle. Hers seemed smaller than the others’, exposing more of the red satin uniform panties and bra, and all of her legs and midriff. She carefully handed the shots around the table, trying not to bend too far over. She looked uncomfortable and uncertain.

“Are you doing alright, Katie?” asked Martin.

“Yeah,” she said, then reconsidered. “Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing. My friend is sick and asked me to sub in for her. I haven’t been trained. This isn’t even my uniform. It’s hers and she’s smaller than me.”

“Sweetie, you’re doing great,” comforted Megan.

“And you look cute as shit,” added Aanya.

“True facts,” confirmed Tabitha.

The joy and relief that washed over Katie was transformative. Her glowing smile returned and she seemed to relax into her outfit, at least in their company. “The bartender also gave me lime slices and salt. Do you want that? I don’t know what it’s for.”

It was Val’s turn to care for their young waitress. “Have you never had tequila?” she demanded, scandalized at the possibility.

“I’ve only ever had cheap beer and cheaper vodka,” said Katie.

“Then you are getting initiated right now,” stated Val with authority.

Aanya stole Martin’s shot. “You don’t deserve this, anyway” she said, and then had an epiphany. “Body shots! Hey Tabitha, we need your tits.”

“I would be honoured to serve in this right of passage,” she said, adding a bit of class to the crass request. She **** her way past Val around the table and settled in front of the bewildered Katie. “You lick the salt, drink the shot, and eat the lime. No hands.” She explained.

Katie nodded with understanding, but her eyes grew wide as Tabitha began the ritual. She wet a patch of her left breast with the lime and sprinkled it with salt. She then placed the wedge between her lips, and carefully nestled the little glass of tequila in her ample cleavage.

Finally fully understanding what was meant to happen, Katie froze up. She looked around for either escape, or a manager who might get her in trouble. “I don’t know,” she said.

“You don’t have to,” assured Megan.

“But you fucking want to,” pressured Aanya.

“Do you want to?” asked Martin.

She did. She really did. She was here to have an adventure. It was just one drink, and it was top notch tequila. When would she get another chance like this? When would she get a better story?

She knelt before Tabitha, who spread her knees to grant easy access. She looked up into the eyes of the woman she was about to drink from, as if to ask permission.

Tabitha nearly slid off the bench she got so wet looking into those sweet brown eyes and bright white smile. She nodded.

Katie licked the salt to riotous applause. She sank her face into Tabitha’s cleavage who tipped forward to let her drink. She swallowed hard, trying not to lose face by wincing after the strong liquor, and reached up to steal the lime wedge from Tabitha, their lips brushing in the attempt.

“Nicely done, young apprentice,” said Val in a sage-like manner.

“Thanks,” said Katie, who wore a bashful grin.

“Did you enjoy that,” asked Megan.

Katie responded affirmatively, but the question may not have been for her. Megan’s hand had, while all were distracted by the show, slipped under the table and over Martin’s shorts. She’d found his swelling member and gave it a squeeze as she asked the question.

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“This girl is the fucking best!” announced Aanya, too loudly even for the club. “Tip the lady Martin.”

He tapped at his band to transfer some BP. Katie’s eyes grew wide at the amount. “You absolutely deserve it for putting up with these hooligans,” he said.

Katie grinned and hopped off to attend to her other tables.

Continuing her pattern of being a conversational car crash, Aanya interjected. “Oh fuck, I love this song. Who wants to dance?” Without further ado, she slid out from the table and sashayed onto the dance floor.

Glances exchanged around the table, variously daring each other to join the hot mess, and refusing the risk. Val was the most vocal encouragement, though showed no interest in going herself. “Come on, how can you not want to feel that beautiful body against you,” she challenged her table mates.

“Ah screw it, I’m on vacation,” said Megan, and followed.

They swayed and writhed in the serpentine way only tipsy women can manage. Lost in the music and liquor, their hands traced the lines of their bodies and ran through their hair.

“I think Aanya just cockblocked you,” observed Tabitha, who was drinking in the scene of the women dancing together.

“She’ll be thrilled to find out,” joked Val.

The three chatted, keeping an eye on their tipsy comrades on the dance floor. Val and Tabitha were fast becoming friends. A process lubricated by several drinks and their mutual interest in helping their travelling companions let loose a little.

Megan kept looking back to ensure Martin was watching her, using Aanya as a prop to wind him up. It started with the occasional touch which led to them dancing up close, grinding and rolling their hips against each other.

Eventually, their hands became more bold. Megan’s exploring the bare sides and back exposed by Aanya’s dress, brushing the sides of her breasts on occasion. Aanya’s roamed freely, exploring Megan’s legs, ass, waist and breasts. It wasn’t long before they’d lost themselves completely in each other. A playful lick up the neck turned into a daring kiss. Then lips met properly and soon tongues followed.

Their drunken dancing drifted into dry-humping with rhythm. Both excited to be doing something so scandalous, forbidden in their normal lives.

“Should we stop them?” asked Val, not wanting an answer. She was short of breath from the arousal of thinking her friend might be getting laid that night. The image of the two naked and writhing in passion invading her mind.

“Probably, yeah,” agreed Tabitha with no conviction, absolutely sodden from watching the public display.

Nobody moved.

Nor did they shift when Aanya pressed her bare back against Megan, the Doctor’s hands sliding up under the dress to cup the writer’s pert breasts.

It wasn’t until Aanya started to push Megan’s hands down toward her pussy that Val was **** to react. Her need to protect her friend from something she’d surely regret overwhelmed her and she intervened. Almost dragging the pair out of the club.

Martin and Tabitha followed at a safe distance. They watched the three women. Two, hand in hand laughed and swayed and pawed at each other playfully. Their high heels shed and carried by their self-appointed minder.

“You had better hurry up and fuck that woman,” Tabitha said to Martin casually, as one might talk about the weather. “If she doesn’t get to ride your disco stick first, she’s going to be pissed.”

“What do you mean first?” said Martin.

Tabitha’s response was cut off by Aanya screaming “Tabbie, come on, ditch that loser. We’re going skinny dipping!”

“No we are not!” assured Val.

“I should probably join them, regardless,” said Tabitha. A few steps out, she paused and spun, an idea playing out behind her eyes.

She slipped her hands up under her skirt, and almost demurely slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She balled them up and stuffed them into Martin’s pocket. She then gave him a confusing kiss on the cheek and pat on the ass before bouncing off to look after her sister.

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